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That's really marvelous.

No show ever ran so long before.

Well, no show ever had Gwen Marlowe

and Ernest Lane in it before.

They're so divine in that first act.

Wait till you see them in the second.

- But I have, 11 times. - Really?

It's the most wonderful play in the whole world.

Swell. Remember the first time we saw it?

In the Christmas holidays, four years ago.

Yeah. When we were young.

Buy all the song hits of "Sweethearts."

Own the songs that you've been singing

and dancing to for six years.

"Wooden Shoes," "Every Lover Must Meet His Fate"

"Sweethearts," "Mother Goose"

"Cricket On The Hearth," all of them.

Did you see anything like this?

I'll bet we can run another six years.

"Sweethearts" will run forever. You just wait and see.

Thanks. I'll draw up a chair.

Appleby, what was the take tonight?

Never saw anything like it.

Hasn't varied a dime in 2496 performances.

Why, no producer in the world

ever had a goldmine like "Sweethearts."

- Well, I have my troubles too. - Yeah, I know.

Stooping over to lift that big heavy check every week.

All you have to do is hang onto Gwen Marlowe

and Ernest Lane and we can coast the rest of our lives.

All I have to do is hang onto them.

It's like hanging onto two lighted firecrackers.

Well, I know how to handle them.

I've never even had a contract with them.

My little kiddies wouldn't leave me for anything in the world.

There he goes. There he is again.

"Pretty As A Picture." Get all the hits here.'

Own the songs that you've been singing and..

It's that Norman Trumpett of the Benjamin Silver Studios.

Oh, he's out gunning again.

He's out to shoot me right through the heart.

What do you suppose happened to the stars

that were on Broadway?

Trumpett has taken them all to Hollywood.

And now he's trying to get Marlowe and Lane.

Now, keep your $24 shirt on, Felix.

Last year when Trumpett came they wouldn't even see him.

Well, last year was a year ago.

He could talk to them and they might go just like that.

- Then where would we be? - Who let this guy in here?

Oh, I have enemies everywhere. Come on, Dink.

- Did you let that man in? - Why, yes, sir.

How long have you been working here?

- Nearly a year, Mr. Lehman. - You're new. That explains it.

But you ought to know better

than to let a pirate like that in here.

He said he's an old friend. That's why I gave him your box.

You gave him my private box?

He said you wanted him to get close

where he could get a good look at Miss Marlowe and Mr. Lane.

You know the way I figured it out, Mr. Lehman.

I decided he was some big shot from Hollywood.

Dink, go over there and act like a real press agent.

Talk to Trumpett. Reason with him. Get him to go home.

Tell him Marlowe and Lane don't speak English.

Say anything but get him away from here before I get nervous.

Go on, hurry. And if you studied..

Oh, never mind.

Hello there, Mr. Trumpett.

How do you think our little entertainment's holding up?

Oh, very nicely, old boy. Very nicely.

Of course it definitely lacks the esprit

of a Benjamin Silver production, shall we say

but it's very charming.

Oh, goody.

- Sure your seat's alright? - Not half bad.

One can't complain when one's planed in

from coast at the last moment, can one?

Why, no. As a matter of fact, I think it's awfully decent of one

to take potluck with this.

Mr. Lehman's a little worried

that you mightn't be quite comfortable.

Yes, good old Felix.

He does seem a little upset, doesn't he?

Good old Felix was no fool when he signed Marlowe and Lane

up on that long-term contract.

That must've occurred in the last ten minutes.

I didn't know he had a contract with them.

It's rather a charming tradition, isn't it?

Yeah, but dandy.

I'm afraid this will have to beau revoir.

Don't want to miss a moment.

And afterwards I have to telephone Hollywood

and have a goodnight chat with Mr. Silver.

Ha ha ha. Goodnight.

Ho ho ho. Goodnight.

Here, take this and take my things to the Waldorf.

Take them to the special suite reserved for me high on the top.

- Your ticket, please. - I have no ticket.

You can't go in without a ticket.

I'm Leo Kronk, the playwright.

I'm the author of the book of "Sweethearts..."

I know. I suppose you're an old friend of Mr. Lehman's too.

I did not come all the way from the Riviera

to listen to your suppositions. I'm going in the theater.

- You're not going anywhere. - I am the playwright.

There's a show going on in..

Oh! For the love of..

Alright, alright. It's okay.

So you've emigrated to the new world again.

This is a surprise and a very unpleasant one too. You're late.

- Oscar got here at 8:30. - Oscar is back?

Our prodigal composer has returned from Budapest

just in time to get in on the publicity.

Had a hard time persuading him to lead the orchestra.

We had to drop a hat.

He'll do anything to get in the limelight.

I wish to be as inconspicuous as possible.

Come in, baby, and get your wish.

- And where do I sit? - You don't sit. You stand.

Here.

Sorry, your friend can't stand here.

No more standees. It's against the law.

Why don't you tell this peasant who I am?

And have him throw me out too? Come on, I'll fix you up.

Save it. Save it. It's for him.

The wedding tune will soon began to play

Soon the tune will play

For the bride beside the Zuider Zee

By the Zuider Zee

Two by two with tulips strew the way

Two by two by two

To guide the bride beside the Zuider Zee

Hello!

Fishermen come lend an ear

There's a secret we should hear

Nanette and I have got a plan

Here's hoping nothing wrecks it

While you make all the noise you can

Nanette and I will exit

So sing and dance with all your might

Nanette and I entreat it

And while the din is at its height

Ah, Nanette and I will beat it

We'll shout and sing till the heavens ring

No crowd could be much louder

We'll save you yet, Nanette

My heart was sorrowing

For my prince charming

Yet it found

No freedom from a fate alarming

Then I recalled a tale of old

My mother told

To me

There once was a maid

And what did they call her, pray?

Her name was Suzette

Did she live by the Zuider

She lived by the Zuider Zee long long ago

And she loved a Dutch boy

Oh, she loved him so

When her father did vow

That another she'd wed

Suzette also vowed in her little Dutch head

To run to her sweetheart

And use as a ruse

The loud clitter clatter

Of her friends wooden shoes

that's how 'twas done

While friends clitter clattered

These two were made one

Now a baby pitter patter clip clop

With little Dutch boo-hoos

Makes them both thank Heaven for good wooden shoes

The act is done

Here, here boy. Wait a minute.

It's just... give me that note.

Mr. Lehman, it's for Miss Marlowe and Mr. Lane.

That's just the reason I want it.

I mean, it'd be better if I take it to them myself.

It's much nicer, here, don't, stop talking and don't..

Move on about your business. Here, here, I'll-I'll..

Oh, I wish they'd..

...push Hollywood another 50 miles West.

Gloria

Fillo sanctus

Gloria spiritui

Sancto

Every lover

Must meet his fate

So for that hour

My heart

Will wait

I'll find her

Someday

Someday I will

Find her again

Someday though the world may divide us

Somehow we will conquer it all

Someway surely heaven will guide us

Someday

We will answer love's call

Always I can see you before me

Your face and its heavenly charms

Shining

In a radiant glory

Leads me to your two

Eager arms

For every lover

Must meet his fate

And for this hour

My heart

Did wait

There is no other

No love so great

No love so great

Beloved

One

There is no other Lover

No love so great Lover

Beloved we are lovers blessed

By fate

We are lovers blessed

By fate

Oh, Miss Marlowe. It's from Sally's husband.

- What is it? Boy or girl? - It's a girl.

I told you so. That's why I ordered everything in pink.

- How's Sally? - He said she's swell.

- She wants to come back. - We can't. We got 24 dancers.

Then, we can have 25.

Don't be a stage manager all your life, Mort.

Of course, we'll make room for Sally.

And her baby can have my part any time she wants it.

Thanks for those cigars, Ernest.

- Glad you liked 'em, Andy. - Nice going.

Six years tonight and we haven't hit you yet.

Hey, Mr. Lane, have you got a minute before your next change?

- Yeah, sure. - Lookit here. Lookit here.

Six of 'em. Is that a family or ain't that a family?

- Oh. Well. - Six of 'em.

And born just before the curtain went up.

Six, on the sixth anniversary, huh?

Oh, what a trouper.

Wait'll I tell Dink about this.

He'll get this story on every paper in town.

Oh, don't tell Dink. Let her have a private life.

Oh, congratulations, old lady.

Next year, I hope you beat your own record.

Miss Gwen, if you don't come out of that shower

you'll never be in time for your next number.

Tell them to bring it here.

Nice way for an actress to talk.

You come out the shower before I come and fetch you.

I'm coming, I'm coming. Coming, coming, coming.

Oh, I love that shower.

I swear it's the only place I can get any rest.

Well, you've no business with rest, you're an actress.

Your grandmother never behaved that way.

Lotta Marlowe had respect for the theater.

Grandmother never had to sing the same songs and same dances

listen to the same music, and say same lines for six years.

I do have respect for the theater.

I make every performance better than the last one.

Ow, you're pulling my hair.

- No, I'm not. - You are too.

When you picked the apple blossom

you turned your wrist the wrong way.

During the entire run of "Sweethearts" I never

picked up the apple blossom better than I did tonight.

I particularly noticed the wrists.

- Did I do it wrong? - Oh, nobody would notice it.

Oh, yes, grandmother notices.

She knows whether or not I pick up the apple blossoms right.

Give me a piece of candy, please.

No, you don't.

You told me Thursday you were half a pound overweight.

I didn't tell you anything of the kind.

Besides, it was Wednesday.

Oh, alright have it your own way.

- Where's Brunhilde? - In her basket.

Well, give it to her. Give her the whole box.

Her figure's her own business. Mine belongs to my dear public.

Oh, Kay Jordon, if I ever engage another secretary

she'll be very near-sighted and extremely kind-hearted.

Oh, take them away. I don't want to look at another flower.

Oh, look at those darling blossoms. Bring them in, Bobby.

Look at those little grapefruit or whatever you call them.

See who sent them, Kay.

- Help yourself, Bobby. - Oh, thank you.

"Until you come to California, may I send California to you?

- Norman Trumpett." - Trumpett? Trumpett?

Oh, yes, that's that man from the what-you-call-it studios.

- Sweet of him, wasn't it? - Yes.

Not as if he expected to get anything outta it.

Hmm, California must be a wonderful place.

If you like cloudbursts.

What're you rattling all those papers for?

Paper make me nervous, Kay.

- Invitations for tonight. - Oh.

The Sheldon Evans want you for a small supper party.

So does Mrs. Hoyt. So do the Leland W. Archers.

- So do the Mr. and Mrs.. - Miss Marlowe regrets.

Miss Marlowe has a previous engagement.

Something very special, too.

Something she wouldn't break for anybody in the world.

I thought so. That's why I declined these for you.

And here's the count coming up. Three, four, five, six, seven..

...eight, nine...and there's the count of ten over Brogan.

And the crowd goes wild.

Well, there goes my 200 bucks.

Down on the canvas with Brogan. Can't understand it.

The last time I saw Brogan fight, he was great.

Brogan's legs ain't what they were seven years ago.

I know, but.. Say that's right.

I haven't seen a fight since the show opened.

That's just another last straw.

Come in.

No, you don't, either.

Smoking! Smoking before the performance is over.

Kay, why don't you go out and come back in five minutes?

I heard you yesterday. You coughed twice.

Only once. The first time was just a rehearsal.

Alright, I'll put it away.

Just wait'll I get off the treadmill of this show.

Think that castle number went as well as usual?

- It went beautifully. - I thought it went well too.

I took a little longer pause just before the G..

What're all those? You're gonna read it?

Invitations for tonight. Any interests?

They're from awfully nice people.

You tell each one of those awfully nice people

that I've got a date for tonight and I wouldn't break...

I've already told them.

There they are, right on the dot.

If it weren't for those family telephone calls

how would I set my watch every evening?

Good evening, Miss Lane.

And how is my nephew's performance tonight?

Oh, perfectly splendid, Miss Lane.

Everything's going beautifully. Yes, I think it is.

I think it's the best anniversary we've had yet.

Yes, yes, it is.

Yes, I'll tell him.

Your Aunt Amelia says..

That she sang "Iolanthe" 2000 times.

And she's told me about it two million times.

He says that's a wonderful record, Miss Lane. Yes.

Now, Amelia. That's enough.

Ernest is suppose to be giving a performance tonight, not you.

Good evening, Miss Jordon.

It's your Uncle Sheridan.

The greatest Robin Hood of his day.

So he tells me. What?

Oh, of course, I'm listening, Mr. Lane.

Yes, I'll tell..

Yes, yes.

I've told him.

Yes, I did, Miss Lane.

Yes, I know.

Yes, I will..

I'll be right in, Hannah.

Yes, I will.

Yes, I have.

Yes, I know.

Goodnight, Miss Lane. Goodnight, Mr. Lane.

We have fun in our spare time, don't we?

You'd better get dressed.

What would your family do every night without a telephone?

- There's carrier pigeons. - They might bite Brunhilde.

Good evening, Mrs. Marlowe.

Are we giving a lovely, lovely performance this evening?

Oh, well, that's nice.

Is our voice sweet and clear?

Oh, lovely. Hmm.

And do we look adorable in our costumes?

Yes, we look great.

I said your daughter looks lovely, Mrs. Marlowe.

Yes. Yes, yes, I will.

She wishes you could've seen her

in her shepherdess costume when she sang "Dolly Varden."

There's a picture of her in that costume in every room.

She wishes she could've seen you in your shepherdess costume too.

Yes.

Watch me make Miss Kay laugh.

Oh, the top of the evenin' to yez, Katy me girl.

Oh. It's Mr. Marlowe now. Good evening, Mr. Marlowe.

It's your Cousin Augustus.

In a brief review of his past triumphs.

And I'm supposing me beautiful Cousin Gwen

is afther singin' like the larks in the trees

this fine evenin', sure and begorry. Ha ha ha.

Ooh la la, Mam'zelle Jordan, eet eez always zat I say zees.

In Paris..

Will you kindly restrain your son

from his attempts to grab the limelight?

Now, brother, we must wait for our cue, not be little hogs.

Hey, how much did we take in at the box-office tonight?

Your brother. The last of the Marlowe's, he wants to know...

Tell him the box-office is $5287 and a counterfeit quarter.

"Sweethearts", number next! "Sweethearts", number next!

Shut your face. I've never missed a cue in my life.

Salute the monarch so mighty and brave

A ruler valiant and strong

We fight his battles from cradle to grave

Follow the king marching along

Follow the king this happy day free from care

Beautiful music in the air

Sing and dance laugh and play

Heaven has crowned a king today

Salute the monarch so mighty and brave

Follow the king marching along

Follow the king this happy day free from care

Beautiful music in the air

Sing and dance laugh and play

Heaven has crowned a king today

I'll forsake the world for you

I will make your every dream come true

We'll know days and nights of love

We will climb

To the heights

Of love

Sweethearts who need no crown and throne

Sweethearts who live on love alone

We'll find

A paradise somewhere

Leaving behind

All worldly care

Sweetheart today will never fade

Like an eternal serenade

Our love

Will end the way it starts

Forever we'll be..

You think we'll ever have a chance to step in?

You'd think she could've sprained just one ankle.

Sweetheart today will never fade

Like an eternal serenade

We'll be together always together

Parting never loving forever

Wanting the world to know

We love each other so

For every lover

Must meet his fate

Beloved we are

Sweethearts blessed

By

Fate

- Speech! - Speech!

Speech! Speech! Speech!

Speech! Speech!

- Don't know how to thank you. - All we can say is thank you.

You can see that we-we still don't know how to make a speech.

Oh, I'll tell you what. Let's all sing together.

- It's a good idea. - Oscar, play something.

Come on, everybody, you know the words.

If you don't, sing anyway.

Sweethearts who need no crown and throne

Sweethearts who live on love alone

We'll find a paradise somewhere

Leaving behind all worldly care

Sweetheart today will never fade

Like an eternal serenade

Our love will end the way it starts

Forever we'll sing

Should Auld Acquaintance be forgot

And never brought to mind

Should Auld Acquaintance be forgot

And the days of Auld Lang Syne

Sweetheart today will never fade

Like an eternal serenade

Our love will end the way it starts

Forever we'll be

Sweethearts

Miss Gwen! Oh, Miss Gwen, you were wonderful!

Oh, thank you, Hannah. Oh, thank you too, Brunhilde.

You wouldn't say it if you didn't mean it. I'm exhausted.

I never heard such applause in my life.

Oh, what do I care about applause?

You think there was more than last anniversary?

- Oh, much more. - I thought so too.

Look, Hannah, there it is again. Go get it.

Oh, dear, dear. After every performance.

- Every night. - And matinees, don't forget.

"Six years with you are like six minutes.

Six minutes without you are like six years."

Well, Hannah, hurry, hurry. Get my dark blue suit out.

Uh, which one, Miss Gwen?

Thedark blue one. You know the one I mean.

- Thone. - Yeah. Hurry.

Come on, Hannah, Hannah, hurry up. Come on.

Do you think tonight comes every night? Hurry.

- There. - Oh, you're an angel, Hannah.

Oh, there he is. Hurry up. Go on. Brr.

Get out!

- Remember me? - Oh, the gentleman in grey.

- Six years ago. - Hasn't it lasted pretty well?

So has mine, don't you think? Remember the something blue?

You do get prettier every year.

Oh, now listen, if you're gonna be personal

you'd better step inside. Hurry up.

- Do you mind if I kiss my wife? - No. I'd love it.

It's six years today, Mrs. Lane.

It was a funny way to get married, wasn't it?

Sneaking off like that after the performance.

A very good way. I'm never gonna get married any other way.

No. Neither am I.

Darling.

Any changes you'd like made, Mrs. Lane?

Oh, yes. Quite a big one.

But never get any time together to tell you about it.

- Tell me about it now. - That's just it.

We don't see enough of each other.

We certainly don't. Let's fix all that, starting tonight.

Alright, starting tonight. Where will we go?

Where do we go every year?

Our private little table at

Angelo's.

Just think, darling. We'll be all alone.

And nobody will ask us to sing.

No, and there won't be crowds of women

climbing all over asking for autographs.

And there won't be any orchestras.

Playing the hits from "Sweethearts."

Oh, it'll be peaceful and quiet and it'll be heavenly.

Thief, assassin, robber!

You idiot! You ingrate! I don't even stoop to ignore you!

You cowardly murderer!

Your miserable music drowns out the beautiful words of my plot.

Your plots interfere

with my immortal music.

Boys, don't make all this noise out here.

Marlowe and Lane have had a tough evening.

They've been working. What's it about this time?

- His music is killing my lines. - It's a mercy killing, toots.

Anything that'll put that book outta its misery.

You tell that to me? The great playwright?

Playwright! Playwright! Blah!

If it were not for my music, you would not exist.

- Boys, boys, boys! - For heaven's sake!

What's going on here?

Dink, if you must pick a fight, why here?

Why not outside where it's nice and cool?

- He says I'm not a playwright! - Well, that's alright, Leo.

A playwright isn't such a bad thing not to be.

But I am a playwright!

And I need not descend to musical comedy.

Didn't I write the world's most powerful drama?

Shh. Oh, yes, Leo. I read it. I read that thing.

I promised I wouldn't mention it if you wouldn't.

My play of human emotions, founded on the universal truth.

What's the universal truth?

That every manager in New York turned it down?

Why are we standing here talking about

whatever we're talking about?

There are a lotta things we've gotta do. And I was..

Look, Dink. Look!

Here, children. Children! Children.

Here, wait a minute. Where are you going?

- Out. - I'm going out too.

- Goodnight. - Oh, no, but you can't do that.

You're supposed to come to the party.

- What party? - My party.

Just, it's just one little table at the Morango.

Sorry, old man, but we've got another date.

Yes. It was sweet of you to ask.

But you've got to come. We've been planning this for weeks.

We don't "got to come." We've been planning this for a year.

We're not gonna get dragged into anything tonight.

- I'm putting my foot down. - I'm putting mine down too.

Well, you don't have to put them down on my heart.

I don't see any reason to crush me beneath your feet.

Oh, Felix. Oh, don't talk like that, Felix.

Oh, well, I'm-I'm sorry.

It was just the-the disappointment.

It got too much for me.

I'm-I'm-I'm... I'm an old man

and I don't get many pleasures.

But you... go ahead.

Just think about yourselves. Don't..

Forget about me. I-I...

Oh, we'd, we'd never forget about you, Felix.

No, no, no. You-you go on. Don't-don't worry about me.

I... uh, I was talking to... arguing with Dink this morning.

I said... my little kiddies would never leave their old friends

and turn their backs on them

when they just wanted to share their pleasures with them.

But... most successful people are selfish

and I'm glad you are selfish. You'll...

Oh, now wait a minute, Felix.

You were arguing with Dink like that?

Now listen, we never turned our back

on an old friend in our lives.

No. And we're certainly not gonna start now.

Of course, if you don't want us to come

all you have to do is tell us.

If you think you'll keep us from attending that party

I put my foot right down.

Yes, and I put mine down... too.

Yes, well... as long as you... put your... foot down, it's..

There we are.

- Just a few of our old friends. - Yes, a really quiet evening.

I guess we're stuck again, Mrs. Lane.

I know we are, Mr. Lane.

- Dear Felix. - Yeah.

- Oh, darling. - Oh, here you are, kiddies.

Welcome to our little gathering.

I've got a nice cozy little table down here for us.

- Isn't it quite a gathering? - Quite.

Why don't you introduce us

to a couple of hundred of our friends?

I wanted to surprise you.

Why don't you really surprise us some time

and tell us the truth.

I didn't want anything about

our little party to leak out.

It'd break my heart if it got in the newspapers.

Oh, hello, boys. Why, they brought their cameras.

Isn't that nice? They make a hobby of taking pictures.

And getting them printed in the newspapers.

You said this was just a party for the company.

You promised Gwen and Ernest wouldn't come.

This is the best stunt we've ever pulled.

It may be your last.

Well, now, let's all sit down and get comfortable

so that the broadcast can start.

Broadcast?

Uh, yeah.

It's-it's just a little national hook-up.

The chorus wanted to put on the "Pretty As A Picture" number.

To entertain you.

They, uh, they thought it might amuse you to sing with them.

Oh, it's just a little impromptuaffair.

Yes. Well, that little imprompturunway over there

it must've taken two weeks to build.

Oh, we're gonna have a lot of fun tonight.

I'm laughing now. Ha ha ha.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

You have just been listening to the Iridium Room Orchestra.

And that special arrangement of the "Wedding March"

was in honor or our two stars

Gwen Marlowe and Ernest Lane.

You know, folks, this party is a surprise for them tonight.

And I wish you could see their faces.

Just like two kids at Christmas.

I wish every one of you listening out there

could be here tonight. Right here with them.

I wish you could see what this long run of "Sweethearts"

has meant to each and every one of us connected with it.

New friendships have been formed

that can never be broken.

Hearts are welded closer every day.

I wish you could meet the man who's responsible

for the success of "Sweethearts."

A man whose name means everything in the theater.

A man whose name stands for everything in the theater.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Mr. Felix Lehman.

- Limelight chaser. - Publicity seeker.

Hello, everybody.

Uh, can you hear me?

I had no idea you were going to ask me

to talk here tonight.

Uh, we're not here for publicity.

This is just a little family gathering to celebrate

the wedding anniversary of Gwen Marlowe and Ernest Lane.

I'm not even going to mention "Sweethearts"

the show that they're starring in at the Melody Theater.

We're not here to talk about "Sweethearts" or the way that

"Sweethearts" has broken all records for the past six years

playing at the Melody Matinees, Wednesday and Saturday.

Ha ha, no.

We're, we're just here to have a little fun

and forget all about "Sweethearts."

What's the name of that show we're here to forget?

You'll never find out from him.

Oh, yes, of course. I forgot all about him.

Ladies and gentlemen, there's a gentleman here

who has also had a lot to do

with the success of "Sweethearts."

He, uh, playing at the Mel..

He's come all the way across the ocean

on a boat of course

just to be with us here tonight.

And I wonder if it would be possible for me to persuade him

to come up to the microphone and just say a few words..

Oh. He's here. Uh, oh, you're both here.

Yes, well, this makes it a little difficult.

You better not both talk at once.

Uh, Leo, you speak first because you're the tallest.

Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, this is Mr. Leo Kronk, whom I...

Uh, my public, it's so good of you to welcome me back this way.

As you all know I've been on the shores of the Mediterranean

for a brief rest.

A brief rest of six years.

- Yet just a lunch hour, really. - Mm.

I thought of Gwen Marlowe and Ernest Lane as I lay

in the glorious sunshine of Capri.

- I thought of Felix Lehman. - Oh.

And one day, I even thought of Oscar Engel.

Hm?

We mustn't forget that

he also contributed in his way to "Sweethearts."

As I said to the Rajah of Tankor...

Yes, yes, thank you very much. Thank you, Leo Kronk.

Ladies and gentlemen, I hope that you all

enjoyed that little as much as I did.

And now, I want to introduce to you the composer...

Hell-o-o! Hell-o-o, everybody.

I speak to you now.

But my music have spoken for me all the time I have been away

in London, in Paris, in Cairo

in Venice and in Budapest.

Thank you very much.

That was a very nice, little talk and, uh..

...and, uh, now our two stars Gwen Marlowe and Ernest Lane

are so anxious to sing for you

and I don't think we ought to keep them waiting.

Here we go.

Yes, this'll be a nice change for us.

They're going to sing a little song that you know very well

called "Pretty as a Picture."

I dabbled in the world of art

So?

I've donned a smock in gay Montmarte

Oh?

But just between us two

Can you tell black from blue?

Now, listen.

I've painted etched and carved a bit

A bit of what?

I've sculpt and sketched and starved at it

Starved?

Do you know form and line

Yup, and..

I do know you're divine

Oh, darling.

Your grace Your style

Oh, yes.

You're much Too much

Your face

Your smile

Are master's thoughts

Go on

You're pretty as a picture

Darling you're a dream

Who could paint a picture

Lovely as you seem this moment

It would take a Rembrandt

To catch the charm of you

You're pretty as a

Picture

An angel from

The blue

Although you may think what you say

Is clever and unique

Isn't it?

A hundred million times a day

A million others speak

They do?

The same old line

Really?

Same old line

The same old line

Well, doggone.

You're precious you're cute you're terribly sweet

Now we're getting somewhere.

While we sit by and smile

And the sigh

You just repeat repeat repeat

And now you hate it.

Oh breathes there a man

With soul so dead

Who never ever took her hand

And to his girlfriend said

You're pretty as a picture

Baby you're divine

And when you truck on down the street

My heart starts to beat

Crazy rhythm in swing-time

Hardly..

They don't tweet tweet

Honestly I mean it

And you always will

You're pretty as a

Picture

Just as long as you will pay the bill

You're beautiful You're sweet

You're precious and divine

Your feet

Petite

Where meant to dance with mine

You taunt me when I whisper of romance

We'll try again

To tell me while we dance To tell you while we dance

Your pretty as a picture

Darling your a dream

Who could paint a picture

Lovely as you seem this moment

It would take a Rembrandt

To catch the charm of you

As pretty as a picture

And I'm in love

With you

Thank you, Gwen and Ernest.

And listen to the way they're all thanking you.

I think that means they want you to sing "The Game of Love."

It does! Alright, boys. Hit it.

Mademoiselle

Mademoiselle I'm..

- Hello? - Mr. Trumpet?

I have Hollywood for you.

Ready, New York. Mr. Silver will talk now.

Mademoiselle what shall I do

I want to know what can I do..

Trumpet, how are you?

I feel terrible. Why?

Sure. I'm still at the studio.

You think it's a holiday out here?

Always there's something.

Now Joan Darrow falls off the throne

in the coronation sequence and breaks her arm.

Yes, everybody quits on me. And not only that.

We're having an unusual amount of foggy weather

and all the location companies are held up.

Well, have you got Marlowe and Lane?

You're listening to them over the radio?

Say, I'm doing that myself

and we're three hours behind you out here.

I mean, have you got them yet?

Eventually?

Now listen, eventually..

That's just a lot of words to me. I want results.

I've got a picture we could start shooting tomorrow

if we had a script.

And Marlowe and Lane are the only team in America

who can act it.

Well, maybe Lunt and Fontaine if they could sing.

What?

I know I bought it for Sally Hayes and Neil Craig.

But he got bit by a rattlesnake out on location.

And she's in the hospital from overwork.

Can't even see the doctor for six months.

No, no! Bob Brandon got makeup poisoning.

And Gabriel Gabriel went back to Brooklyn.

Yeah, she got sore because of doing two pictures at once.

I tell you, we've got to have Marlowe and Lane.

Mr. Silver, Mr. Silver.

Oh, h-hold it, Trumpet.

Stage eight is under water.

Brenda Stanton just fainted on the set.

Right in the middle of the 24th take.

- Well, send her home. - We can't.

- Haven't got a row boat left. - See?

We haven't even got a row boat left.

Now you bring back Marlowe and Lane or we go out of business.

Don't worry, Mr. Silver.

It's afait accompli.

I say that Marlowe and Lane are virtually in the bag.

Goodnight.

Thank you, Gwen and Ernest.

What did you say, Mr. Lehman?

Oh, marvelous.

Felix Lehman has just told me that telegrams are coming in

from all over country asking you to sing "Sweethearts."

You simply can't say no to that, can you, Gwen and Ernest?

Very silly of you to brought that up, Felix old boy.

The doorman please.

Carriage entrance. Hotel Merango.

I'm speaking for Miss Marlowe and Mr. Lane.

Will you tell their chauffer not to wait any longer?

They're riding home... with a friend.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Ho-ho, there they are, my kiddies.

They've earned a good night's rest.

I couldn't have asked anything more of them tonight.

They were great. Everything was swell.

Yes, and the evening started so badly

with Trumpet prowling around the theater.

I scared Trumpet off. He won't bother us again.

Ha ha. We both scared him.

He won't dare try to see Marlowe and Lane while we're around.

Look!

Very nice of you to give us a lift, Mr. Trumpet.

Yes, and so lucky too.

Came along just when we needed you.

Yes, I rather have a way

of coming along when people need me.

Can't imagine what could've happened to our chauffer. You?

Maybe he got tired and went home.

Well, I can see his point.

You two must be utterly exhausted.

I don't know how you keep it up.

Performances, broadcasts, benefits.

Never a let-up, never a change, year in and year out.

It's all part of our job.

Yes, but rather an unnecessary part, don't you think?

Now, in Hollywood we protect our artists.

We know that leisure and rest are necessary to them.

We recognize that they have a right to their own lives.

Among those darling, little orange trees.

Yes. Oh, I wish you could see the orange trees

around my place in Beverly Hills.

I haven't given up hope that one day

you'll have some of your own to look at out there.

An orange ranch in Beverly Hills.

And our own garden.

I've always wanted to dig in the earth.

Yeah, to put on overalls and get out

and chop down your own fruit trees.

- Oh, that's living. - Yes.

Uh, Mr. Silver telephoned me again tonight.

- He spoke of you two again. - 'Oh?'

He'd just listened in to your broadcast

and he was very enthusiastic.

'He stayed up especially to hear it.'

Stayed up? Wasn't it only about half past nine out there?

Yes, but you see, we do things rather differently out there.

When you're through with your little bit in the studio

which is usually very early, you have a lot of time to play

and then, of course, you're healthily tired

just about the time that you in New York have to go to work.

Just imagine having your evenings all to yourself.

Tell me, Mr. Trumpet

what's it like out in Hollywood, making pictures?

Well, of course, it's very different from the theater.

When you make a picture, you just take a scene once

and you're through with it.

You sing a song and it's heard in a 100,000 theaters

all over the world, but you yourself

never have to sing it again.

Your work's done once you've sung the song once.

Oh, just imagine singing a song once.

Is that all there is to it?

Yes, of course, and when the picture's over, you just relax

and do as you please until you choose to do your next picture.

Oh. Well, does everybody do that out there?

Yes, all Mr. Silver's stars.

He said again that if ever you feel you'd like to

do a picture or two, he'd be very charmed to have you.

- That's awfully nice of him. - Oh, it certainly is, but..

You know, we..

If ever you feel you'd like a vacation and a rest

from this grueling monotony of the theater

just remember that Hollywood is waiting for you.

Oh, well, here you are. Home already.

- It was awfully nice of you. - Was a charming, little chat.

- Certainly. - Most certainly.

It was awfully nice of you..

Oh, Brother, for goodness sake.

- Are you still up? - Oh, how could I sleep?

I've been wondering about that counterfeit quarter

we took in at the box-office tonight.

Children. I didn't hear us come in.

- Hello, mother. - Hello.

- Oh, you're all still up. - Why, of course.

We've been awaiting you.

Me vely, vely glad all same me seeing you.

Come inside, please. You make chin-chin, thank you.

Yes, dears. Come in. We'll have a nice, little chat.

- And our lemon juice. - Oh, but, mother, it's so late.

Oh, now, you mustn't think about us.

We're never too tired to have a little talk with our children.

We coming in now, please. All same follow me.

- Vely good. Chin-chin.. - Yes, dear. Come along.

- Come, Brother. - Watch me surprise them.

I'll give them some entrance music.

Oh, mother, please. Won't you let us off just one night?

But lemon juice is so good for our voice.

The whole thing's nonsense and always has been.

I sang "Iolanthe" 2000 times without the aid of lemon juice.

Sure and begorry, if you'd used it, Amelia, me girl

you might've been singing it yet.

My brother Orlando, certainly the greatest living interpreter

of Gilbert Sullivan, says that singing

is the only tonic for the voice.

Boy, is your brother Orlando, laying an egg

with that Penzance troupe.

Is the child referring to Orlando's present tour

in the Pirates of Penzance?

Look, it's right here on "Variety."

"Orlando Lane's Pirates Floppola in Philly.

Veteran's Road Revival Biz N.S.G."

- N.S.G? - Not so good.

Oh, the road has changed sadly since my day.

Now, Sheridan and I played to tremendous business everywhere

in the "The Prince of Pilsen."

They're off again.

Yeah, and there's no telling where it will end.

Augustus, do you remember that you played

in the Chicago company?

Do I remember?

Was you ever in Cincinnati? Oh, that waltz.

It's rather pretty at that, isn't it?

She's thick with thorns beset

And nature when

She breathes of love

Speaks through the violet

I bring a breath of springtime

From woodland where I grew

There's a kiss upon each petal

My lips are sweet with dew

The one who sends this message

Would whisper soft to you

I love you

Love you

Love you

And my heart's true blue

Oh the life in high society

Is one perpetual lark

But shh don't say I told you

Keep it dark Keep it dark

But shh don't say I told you

Keep it dark Keep it dark

Have you two retired from radio work?

If you're going to broadcast tomorrow

you've got to get some sleep.

Oh, but we don't broadcast tomorrow, Kay.

It's Friday evening.

Didn't you give them my message that broadcast had been changed?

What, dear? Oh, I forgot.

I never can understand about radio anyway.

It's a mystery to a lot of people.

Nevertheless, there's a Fireside Chat Friday evening

and the Sweetheart's Hour has been switched to tomorrow.

But we have a matinee tomorrow.

It's before the matinee. Between 1:00 and 2:00.

You're slipping, Kay. I've got a recording then.

That's been changed, for the worse.

It's between 1:00 and 01:30 now.

Buckle on your roller skates, whizz over the broadcast.

But why all this tomorrow? Why not on Thursday?

Yes. Why not Thursday? Miss Lane?

I explained to Kay that I've made arrangements

for you to sing a few songs Thursday morning

at the Juliet Club meeting.

- You might've asked us first... - It's alright, Ernest.

Kay, you can call up the radio people and tell them

we'll do it Thursday afternoon.

Your turn, Mrs. Marlowe.

I promised, on Thursday afternoon you and Ernest

would sing at the benefit for the Dela Z. Fox Foundation.

And Friday, I have agreed that you will appear with me

in my Two Hours of Reminiscence at the Thespians.

Say, you don't get 'em for Friday morning.

I told 'em at school you'd help Augustus hand out the diplomas.

Si, si, si, we give the big diploma to the little bambinos.

And that's why the only time for your broadcast

is between 01:00 and 02:00 tomorrow.

But it isn't the first time. This happens all the time.

Every single day there's something or..

Alright. Alright, you made the promises, we'll keep them.

Come on, darling, let's call it an evening.

I'm still worried about that ten minutes

we've got open on Saturday.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Good evening, Thomas. Good evening, good evening.

Come in, my fellow troupers. Come in, come in.

- Orlando. - Yes. Orlando.

Well, my darling, I'm glad to see you.

I'll tell you all about the tour a little bit later.

Gwen, my darling. And Ernest, I'm so glad to see you both.

You're looking..

I beg your pardon. Oh, uh, Miss Kay.

Oh, Miss Kay. Miss Kay!

Oh, Miss Kay. Miss Kay, you're looking wonderfully well.

But I say, you always were a gorgeous creature.

I wonder, if you'd mind paying these good fellows

and give them each a little something extra.

They've driven us faithfully all the way from Bridgeport.

Here are the principal ladies and gentlemen of my company.

I've asked them to be our guest until we take to the road again.

There's plenty of room. I won't take no for an answer.

After all, I can always double up with Ernest.

I don't mind roughing it for a few weeks.

Now, go into the dining room and refresh yourselves.

I will join you just as soon as I discuss a little business

with my nephew, yes.

Oh, Gwen and Ernest!

Well, you don't know how good it is to see you.

You're, uh, you're surprised to see me back no doubt, eh?

No surprise for me. I knew that flopperoo would fold.

What? Well, as soon as we get more, er, that is..

As soon as we resume our tour with more, uh, with more, uh..

New scenery and costumes, well, I think we shall have a hit.

How long do you think it will take your, um..

...your troop to start touring again?

As soon as the financial arrangements

have been... completed.

- I'll write you a check now! - Splendid, my boy!

But, Gwen, surely Orlando has had his chance.

Now if I were to revive Dolly Varden...

I'll make another farewell tour in "The Count of Luxembourg."

Really, this is too much.

Do you thinkyou could draw audiences

when they've slighted my brother Orlando Lane

a member of the first family of the musical stage?

"First family."

That's really rather amusing, isn't it, Augustus?

Since the days of Lotta Marlowe, we Marlowes

have been the first family of the musical stage.

The Lanes have been pre-eminent in the field since Robert Lane!

But there's no use arguing about it, everybody knows

the Marlowes are the first family of the musical stage.

The Lanes have been, and always will be

the first family of the theater.

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

I can't stand all this any longer!

I've got to have quiet.

I need a life of my own and I'll have it!

Ernest and I know where we can get it, and we'll get it!

You can stay here and argue about

who's the first family of the theater!

We're going to be the last family of Hollywood!

Oh, dear, be careful!

Why? Am I going to fall down again?

Darling! Darling!

- Darling, we've gotta get out! - Thank you very much. Goodbye.

Call that Mr. Trumpett and tell him we're coming to Hollywood.

- I just did. - You did?

- Yes. - Oh, darling, you're wonderful!

Now we'll go down and tell the family.

- I just did. - You did?

- Yes. - Darling, you're wonderful!

Marlowe and Lane have no idea of going to Hollywood.

If you print that, you'll ruin the reputation of your paper!

Yeah? No, there's absolutely nothing to it!

So you heard it, can I help it if those Hollywood clucks

start a lot of phony rumors?

Marlowe and Lane are not going to Hollywood!

What are you running, a newspaper or a dream book?

Wouldn't we be the first to hear it if they were going?

There's absolutely nothing in it! No truth in it!

I don't know anything about it, fellas. Absolutely!

There's no use denying it. It's all over town. Argh!

Don't act that way. We're still on our feet.

Felix isn't at their house for nothing.

Felix knows how to get around them. He'll change their minds.

Nothing to say.

- Nothing to say, nothing... - Well? Well? Well?

Well, nobody can change their minds this time.

They're going to Hollywood, and they're-they're going!

- Didn't you talk to them? - Or reason with them?

Didn't you tell them you're a lonely old man?

Didn't you say you're a father to them?

Didn't you tell them they're your kiddies?

What did they say?

They said that they-they were going shopping!

Oh, I'll need dozens of these for Hollywood, Madam Valerie.

Isn't it stunning, Kay? It'll be wonderful in the garden.

- Ideal for plowing. - Oh, you keep out of this.

Show me hundreds of things, Madam Valerie.

Everything I'll need for Hollywood, for every hour.

Madame, do you think I should have extra skins added..

I don't think so.

Oh, look at this. Isn't this adorable, Kay?

- Oh, that's lovely. - I love this color, don't you?

Madame..

...I'm so happy to see you.

- Do you like it? - That's stunning!

Beautiful!

Oh, that really is a knockout!

Oh! Kay, why don't you get something in the same shade?

It'd be stunning on you.

I've been a perfect pig all morning, Kay.

You should be ordering your things for Hollywood.

But I'm not going to Hollywood.

- What? You're not going? - No.

Oh, Kay, well, w-w-w-what do you mean you're not going?

When you go west of Hoboken, you gotta leave me behind.

Me and the Statue of Liberty, we stick where we are.

But what are we gonna do without you?

Oh, you'll do alright. It's much better if I stay where I belong.

Miss Marlowe! Miss Marlowe, Mr. Lane's on the telephone.

- I heard his voice. - Alright, thank you.

He doesn't want you, Miss Marlowe

it's Miss Jordan he wants.

He can't live without me.

Miss Jordan is a very lovely girl, is she not?

Oh, Kay? Ah, she's an angel.

She's stood us for six years.

I don't know what we'll do without her.

Particularly Ernest.

Oh, that's stunning. Madame, I simply must have that.

That's the same material of the suit I picked for Ernest.

When a man lets a woman choose his clothes

it's a sure sign he's in love with her.

Our boyfriend is stranded at Madison Avenue and 56th Street.

All he forgot was enough taxi fare

to get him to the Victor Recording Studio.

If you don't climb outta that and start for the broadcast

there won't be any "Sweethearts Hour."

The broadcast! I forgot about the radio. Get me out of this.

Get me out of this, quickly.

And so this week again, we bring to you the "Sweethearts Hour"

starring Gwen Marlowe and Ernest Lane

the sweethearts of "Sweethearts."

Their last appearance on the eastern networks

for soon the scene will shift to far-off Hollywood.

But we won't think about that now, indeed we won't.

We'll just listen to Miss Marlowe singing

Victor Herbert's "Badinage"

accompanied by our guest pianist, Mr. Dalies Frantz.

Miss Marlowe, Mr. Frantz.

How do you do?

There is magic in the melody upon a summer breeze

Warm and tender

All night long

And a nightingale is singing to the moonlight in the trees

Oh, the splendor

Of his song

There is music in the murmur of a rippling woodland stream

Gentle music

Softly played

All the loveliness and wonder of the spell the world's under

Seems to harmonize

Our summer

Serenade

And this young and yearning heart of mine

Is learning a glorious strain

In a song sublime of summer time returning

What beautiful music has once again

Revealed anew

The loveliness heaven has made

All the world is singing a summer

Serenade

Lovely music

Gently played

Lovely music

Heaven made

The stars, the moon, my heart's in tune

The whole world seems to harmonize with love

A summer

Serenade

Hearts are high when the band goes by

And we're marching on parade

With flags unfurled we will show the world

That our colors cannot fade

To the beat, beat, beat, of a million feet

And a tune by bugles played

Don't you run, run, run

Get your gun, gun, gun

And go marching on parade

There's a drum somewhere

There's a hum in the air

Hear the crowd start to cheer

There's a martial strain with a stirring refrain

Growing loud, drawing near

It's the stars

And the stripes

On parade, we're on parade

Come on

Come on

We're on parade

Marching on

Marching on to glory

We will show the world

That our colors cannot fade

To the beat, beat, beat

Of a million feet

And a tune the bugles played

March along and don't you run, run, run

Get your gun, gun, gun

And go marching on

Go marching on

Go marching on parade

He's wonderful, if he can only keep it up till we get there.

Can't you drive any faster, buddy?

I'm going faster than I can go right now.

Heavens! They must have called out the militia.

Step on it, driver, the radio company will pay your fine.

And I'll do your jail sentence for you.

It'll be a pleasure.

For every lover

Must meet his fate

And for this hour

My heart did wait

There is no other

No love so great

Beloved, we are sweethearts

Blessed by fate

Sweetheart

Sweetheart, my true heart is yours

Sweetheart, today will never fade

Like an eternal serenade

Our love will end

The way it starts

Forever we'll be

Sweethearts

Well, that's the end of "Sweethearts."

- What will become of me? - You'll have to go to work.

- That will be new experience... - Silence, you piano-thumper.

I do not see you, you ghost of a ghost-writer.

Lay off it, boys. We got enough trouble.

But my kiddies won't like Hollywood.

I know they won't like it. They only think they'll like it.

They are New Yorkers. This is where they belong.

Look at those crowds.

Gwen and Earnest won't have any of that in Hollywood.

They can't live without that.

They can't breathe any air but Broadway.

They've never known anything else

They'll die of home-sickness in three months.

- In less than three months. - That's right, in three weeks.

They won't stand it that long.

They can't stand it, of course not.

They can't be away from New York for three days, three hours.

I'll bet they'll get right off the train and come back.

- Of course they will. - They will?

- Then why are we worrying? - I am not.

Ha, I knew everything would work out alright.

I knew my kiddies wouldn't leave me for long.

Have you ever seen one of those Hollywood contracts, Mr. Lehman?

Like that.

They aren't for any three months, they're for seven years.

- Seven years? Seven? - Seven.

But that Trumpett ought to be ashamed of himself.

I'll never speak to him again, that's what I'll do.

Mr. Trumpett on the telephone for you, Mr. Lehman.

Trumpett, I'll, I'll talk to him right here.

Hello, Mr. Trumpett. Ha ha, hello..

Hello, Mr. Trumpett.

Oh, yes, I'm fine, thank you.

I'm feeling wonderful.

Well, Felix, old man.

Our stars certainly distinguished themselves

in the broadcast, didn't they?

Well, did you just call me up to tell me that?

Oh, Pas du tout, Felix old boy, pas du tout.

Now that you won't need "Sweethearts"

I think I can persuade Mr. Silver to buy it.

Oh, now, now, now, Felix, doucement, doucement.

No need to feel that way about it.

After all, Mr. Silver is behaving

in a very generous manner.

He's willing to let you keep "Sweethearts" running

all next week, while they prepare the contracts.

Well, that's, that's..

Well, you know these joint contracts.

That of course is the penalty of signing up a team

for a number of years.

Yes, as the French say

Beaucoup de peine, beaucoup de travaille.

Yeah, beaucoup de horsefeathers!

Joint contract. Signing my kiddies for a number of years.

- Why, it's a lifetime. - Not signed yet, Mr. Lehman.

The contracts are still being drawn up.

Yes, but it's just as good as signed.

Oh, the finest team any producer ever had.

That's why Hollywood wants them.

"Hollywood wants them."

But would Hollywood want them if..

Suppose they were not a team.

Ha ha, suppose they couldn't sing either.

Suppose they were separated.

We might have some chance.

How are you gonna separate two people

as much in love as Marlowe and Lane?

That's the catch. But my play, my great unproduced drama.

It cannot be wrong.

It is founded on a universal truth.

A woman in love can always be made to believe she has a rival.

Universal truths do not lie.

Marlowe and Lane are really so much in love still?

Well, what would you say?

Any man who slides notes under his wife's door all the time

Notes? What do they say, these notes?

I don't know. They are love letters, I suppose.

She keeps them locked in their dressing room, keeps every one.

'That's how much in love they are.'

Notes. All those notes.

My friends, the day is saved.

Marlowe and Lane do not go to Hollywood.

But Brunhilde, darling, you've got to get used to it.

Oh, alright, alright. Then, have it your own way, come on.

But you'll be sorry when you get on that plane tomorrow.

Tomorrow. Oh, dear, tomorrow!

I don't know what your grandmother would think.

Oh, she'd probably love it.

Don't pack that, Hannah. That's the one like Ernest's new suit.

I'm gonna wear it on the train to surprise him.

We'll have enough surprises when we get to that woolly west.

Oh, Hannah, you're gonna love it.

Hey, what do you think?

Uncle Orlando's knocking them cold this time.

See, "Veteran's second try clicks in sticks.

"Pirates repeat tour socko.

Lane's Penzance grabs smash biz."

There, I knew it. Talent always wins.

- Isn't that nice for Orlando? - Yes. wonderful.

No doubt, he'll bring the production into New York now.

That's what he should've done in the first place.

Why anybody who wants to leave New York is more than..

Yes, oh, indeed.

Falstaff shame on you crying like a sissy.

He don't like the idea of going to California, Miss Gwen.

Maybe he'll like it after he gets out there.

Mr. Lane's gone out?

No, ma'am, he's in Miss Kay's room.

Oh, I'll get him. Thank you.

Send that to them like a good girl, will you?

- Hi, Mrs. Lane. - Hi kids.

Why don't you get out of the habit of working? It's bad.

We'd love too. All packed?

They'll be calling for your trunks.

Well, I keep trying but nothing seems to get accomplished.

Let's try together, maybe we'll have better luck.

You've got to get dressed, so have I.

We've got those two thousands last errands to do.

Meet you downstairs, fully-clothed in 10 minutes.

You'll recognize him, he'll wear a carnation

and carry a bass drum, come on, you.

Oh, look at this room.

Hey, I gotta wear one of those.

Brother and his scales again. Hmm, listen to that concerto.

Won't it be fun when we unpack in our own little home?

When the golden sun sinks in the west

And the toil of a long day is o'er

Though the rod may be long

In the lilt of a song

We'll forget we were weary before

Far ahead where the blue shadows fall

We shall come to contentment and rest

And the toil of the day And the toil of the day

We'll be all charmed away We'll be all charmed away

In our little grey In our little grey

Home of the west Home of the west

There are hands that will welcome me in

There are lips I am burning to kiss

There are two eyes that shine

Just because they are mine

And a thousand things other men miss

It's a corner of heaven itself

Tho' it's only a tumble down nest

But But

With love brooding there With love brooding there

Why no place can compare Why no place can compare

With our little grey home With our little grey home

In the In the

West West

There goes the trunks. Looks pretty final now.

Don't fear, the trunks may go, the owners will stay.

The universal truth in my play, cannot be wrong.

I guess anything's worth trying now, even that. Good Luck.

I don't need good luck, nothing can stop me now.

- Mr. Kronk's here to see you. - Oh, Leo.

He say's it's important.

It's probably 'bout himself, tell him, I can't see him.

My dear, couldn't keep you waiting, I came right up.

Hello, Leo. How are you?

Cast down by your departure

but rising again on the wings of this, my great play.

Ah-ha, that's very nice. You've written a play.

I've written a magnificent play, and I'm gonna read it to you.

No, oh, no, Leo, I'm sure it's a lovely play and all that.

But I really haven't got time to listen, I'm packing.

And we have a performance to do tonight, you know.

The contracts to sign, and I'm sure you'll understand.

This play was written just for you.

It requires a great emotional actress to play this part.

Why, your role has everything, from gayest comedy

to deepest of tragedy.

What a motion picture it could be.

You'd be another Garbo.

- Oh, oh, Leo. - Act one, scene one.

"The drawing room of a country house in Long Island.

It's one of those, is it?

"You're lying on a sofa in a ravishing tea gown.

Yes, yes.

"Your husband enters and he says..

"Hello, my beautiful one."

And you say

"Hello, Cyril."

And he says..

"As you know we've been married a long time."

And you say, "Does it seem lo.."

"Does it seem long to you?"

And he says..

"Six years with you are like six minutes."

'Six minutes without you are like six years."'

'There's a little intimate business, he kisses your hand.'

'We shan't go into that now, and then he says..

What did he say?

"Six years with you are like six minutes.

Six minutes without you are like six years."

Charming, isn't it?

Yes. Did you make it up?

No, not exactly, and then you say, "Oh..."

I'm very curious about this line of yours.

You see, it's sort of special, if you know what I mean.

It is special.

See it was written by a man very much in love.

- And I put it in my play. - Who is he?

I only know the lady in the case

and I can't betray her confidence.

You see, the man I understand is married.

Married.

Yes, it's one of those very sad stories.

He's been in love with this girl for years.

The wife, of course, knows nothing about it.

And then he say's, "Darling..."

The wife you say, knows nothing about it.

No nothing. Though it goes on right under her nose.

But that's the way in these cases.

The wife is always the last one to find out.

And then you say...

This uh, this uh, girl, did she show you any more notes?

Oh, yes, yes. She has hundreds.

You see, he writes everyday one note.

True love, isn't it?

Yes. Yes. Must be.

Well, I selected only the most intimate ones

and put 'em in my play, they're all through it.

Here is one for instance. Nice little one.

"If you ever want the moon my darling

let me fetch it for you."

And here is another one.

"All the worlds asleep..."

Stop, stop, Leo.

I can't. I won't be able to listen to anymore.

- I scarcely started... - Yes, I know.

Well, you see, I've got my packing and everything to do.

I really won't have time, and I'm sure it's a lovely play.

I understand it's a day of confusion. You're very gracious.

- I'll dedicate my play to you. - Thank you, thank you so much.

Yes?

Excuse me, I was told to bring this right up.

It's Mr. Lane's new suite.

Oh, yes. Put it in Mr. Lane's room, right next door.

- Right next door? - Eh?

Oh, nothing, nothing.

Why, that's not the suit I picked out.

- Oh, you mean the plaid one? - Yes.

Miss Jordan cancelled that, and picked out this one for him.

Oh, never mind I'll take it. Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Miss Jordan picked it out for him.

Miss Jordan picked it out for him, did she?

Oh, Miss Jordan picked it out for him, did she?

That'll fix her.

Darling, I've got some wonderful news.

I persuaded Kay to go Hollywood with us.

Aren't you surprised she's going?

No, not now.

It'll be wonderful having her there, won't it?

Yes, it'll be very nice for you.

Excuse me now, I'm busy.

- What's the matter, darling? - Nothing, I'm quite alright.

- Can't I help you? - No, I'm alright, I tell you!

Oh, gee, you've had a tough day packing.

Well, if you want me for anything, I'll be in here.

Kay Jordan.

Come in!

I know, I know.

I'll call the jewelers in the morning

and have this engraved on the vanity case.

- Think she'll like it? - You picked a beauty.

- Gwen will love it. - 'I think so too.'

- Say, is anything on fire? - I don't think so.

Well, something in this house is certainly burning up.

Oh, Ms. Gwen, won't you let me open it now?

No, Hannah, no.

No, Hannah! Leave it there.

Well, it's in the way there, certainly.

There! Maybe that will cut down his correspondence.

Where were you going? It isn't your cue.

Have you seen Gwen tonight?

Yes, I stopped at her dressing room for a second. Why?

What did she say?

She said you seemed to be so glad I was going

to Hollywood and she was sure I'd have a lovely time. Why?

She ran out of the house this afternoon and..

...came down, locked herself in her dressing room

hadn't spoken to me all during the performance

and now she..

Do you suppose she's ill or something?

Of course not. She's probably just upset.

The last performance, and all the excitement and everything.

Leaving the stage and going to Hollywood is quite a move.

Yeah, I'm beginning to realize that.

Well, it's pretty late in the day.

Come here, come here.

Here comes Trumpett now with a complete set of lawyers.

Is that four lawyers?

Either that or one lawyer sub-divided.

You get out of the way before they cross examine you.

Hannah, I'll open that door.

I'll put a stop to this.

Well..

Hello.

Ms. Marlowe, always kidding.

I can see by the look in your eyes that you're indeed in

for a pleasant night.

Allow me. Mr. Bogardus

- Hi. - How do you do?

And this is Mr. Bogardus.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

Of the firm of Bogardus and Bogardus.

This is Mr. Butterfield.

And Mr. Butterfield

of the firm of Butterfield and Butterfield.

The firms amalgamated..

Oh yes, I'm sorry. I forgot.

The firms amalgamated this afternoon.

Mr. Bogardus, Mr. Butterfield, Mr. Butterfield, Mr. Bogardus.

Butterfield, Bogardus, Butterfield, Bogardus.

We had a certain amount of difficulty in preparing these

but you and Mr. Lane will find them worthy of your autographs.

I'm sure Mr. Lane will find the contracts quite satisfactory.

And you also, Ms. Marlowe.

Don't forget that that's equally important, you know.

Me? Oh, I'm not going to Hollywood.

Uh, pull it down a little in the back, Hannah, please.

That charming sense of humor of yours, Ms. Marlowe.

They will enjoy it in Hollywood.

Oh, but didn't you understand? I said I'm not going.

Is the belt fastened, Hannah?

- You're not going? - No.

- But you and Mr. Lane... - Mr. Lane is going, alright.

That uh, he is looking forward to it.

May I ask your reason for this?

Oh, no reason. I just changed my mind. That's all.

So, if you'll take the contracts into Mr. Lane's dressing room

I'm sure he'll be very happy to sign.

And he can leave for Hollywood right away.

But uh, I don't think you quite understand Ms. Marlowe.

You see uh, it's you and Mr. Lane as a team

that Mr. Silver visualises.

I'm sure Mr. Lane can get along very nicely without me. Thanks.

Certainly, won't be lonely.

But what am I to say to Mr. Silver?

How am I to uh.. Oh, Mr. Lane.

Wonder if you can do something about this.

Ms. Marlowe informs me that she's not going to Hollywood.

It's the first I've heard that.

What's the matter, Gwen?

Nothing. I've just changed my mind, that's all.

I figured there'll be less of a crowd without me.

What you talking about?

You're on in two minutes.

- I implore you. - Oh, really.

It's no use in discussing it any further.

I'm sorry if I've inconvenienced you.

And you and Mr. Bicardy and Mr. Buttercup

and Mr. Bicardy and Mr. Buttercup.

But, well, my mind's made up. That's all.

- Can't you possibly persuade... - No! Definitely, he cannot.

Goodnight. Thank you.

Hannah will show you the way out.

Well, Mr. Silver's not gonna take this at all lightly.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, gentlemen.

Look, the retreat of Hollywood. My plan is working.

At last, a use for Leo.

I'm too happy to mention my contempt for you.

I laugh at you in violence.

Stop it. We got Marlowe and Lane practically

separated and you two are still crabbing.

Things look pretty good.

I don't like this.

I don't think it's nice to have them mad at each other.

I'm gonna...

But can't you tell me what's the matter?

I told you I do not wish to discuss it.

For one, explain why you wrote this?

I should think the meaning was clear enough.

Are you sure you feel alright, dear?

Oh, really, this has gone too far.

You stand there and try to act innocent.

I know what kinda creature you are.

I saw you put that note under Kay's door.

That note I put under Kay..

Oh, is that what this is all about?

But for the love of..

- If you think... - I don't think. I know!

I happened to read that love not to Kay.

That wasn't for Kay at all.

I suppose you put it under her door by mistake.

No, it wasn't by mistake.

It was for Kay.

...but it really was for you.

I mean, I gave it to her to have it engraved on a vanity case

that I bought for you.

It's going to be a surprise.

You could think of a better one that.

- But I'm telling you the truth! - Well, it won't do!

It's embarrasing standing here listening to your explanations.

I should've known about you and Kay all along but

of course the wife is always the last to know about these things.

Ms. Marlowe, Mr. Lane, your cue.

You ought to be ashamed talking about Kay like that.

- Kay's a fine girl. - That's right. Defend her.

I knew it. It's like you.

Don't you know they are waiting for you?

There she is. There she is. Now, you can be happy.

Go to Hollywood and stay there for all I care.

- What are you talking about? - You and Ernest.

I think she's lost her mind. She says that you and I..

How can you think a thing like that?

That's right. Deny it. I suppose the other woman always does.

Let go of me. Let go.

I won't until you take back what you said about Kay.

I'll stay here all night. I'll stay here forever.

Alright, then I'll stay here too.

I won't budge until you listen to reason.

You two crazy? You're late for your cue!

- Oh, good heavens. - Oh!

Open the door.

"Stars Hollywood plans cancelled."

That's music to my ears. To all our ears.

Music to the ears? It's music to the soul.

My friend.

Muah. My friend.

I knew your magnificent play could not be wrong.

When it is, uh, produced

you must give me the privilege of putting up half the money.

Thank you. Thank you, my life-long friend.

Let us go and congeal our friendship in vodka.

Vodka!

Very pretty. May be I can be flower girl at the wedding.

Never mind. Leo's done a swell job for us.

They haven't spoken to each other since the show closed.

I still don't like it. I can't sleep worrying about them.

Oh, you'll feel better when the road get going.

Two gold mines. Where there was only one before.

Oh, yes. I forgot all about the understudies, yes.

Whatever their names are. I can never remember.

I can't even remember their faces.

Oh, hey, Ms. Crumby, would you ask Ms..

Yes, Mr. Lehman, I know who you mean.

Will you come in, please?

Come in, kids and start a new life.

Yes, now. Miss. uh uh... Mister, uh uh..

We know what you want to say, Mr. Lehman and

we wanna tell you that we understand.

Naturally with the show closed

there isn't anything for us to do.

Not that we did very much while it was open.

Sweet of you to take the trouble to

fire us yourself. Makes it much more personal.

Oh, but I'm not firing you. I'm hiring you.

You see, Gwen and Ernest, they wanna get away from it.

So, they're going in different directions.

And-and-and you're gonna play "Sweethearts" with Gwen Marlowe

and you're going to play "Sweethearts" with Ernest Lane.

Don't you understand? You're gonna have your name in lights.

It's going to be Gwen Marlowe in "Sweethearts" with uh

what's ever your name is

and Ernest Lane in "Sweethearts" with uh

what ever your name is. Ha-ha.

Sweethearts who live on love alone

We'll find

Our paradise somewhere

Leaving behind

Clip clop clop clip clop clop

That's how 'twas done while friends clitter clattered

These two were made one

For every lover must meet his fate

Beloved one

Beloved one

Pretty as a picture

Darling you're a dream

Who could paint a picture

Lovely as you seem

Sweethearts live on love alone

When we promenade up and down the avenue

Gentlemen will stop as we pass to have a view

Heads are high

When the band goes by

And we're on parade

Mademoiselle no parlez vous

Madamoiselle we thought you knew

Madamoiselle we know you know

My heart

Is yours

Yeah, I know what you mean, Falstaff.

I feel the same way myself.

Is there anything more, Mr. Lane?

No, thanks, Harry. That's all.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight, sir.

Oh, did you think to get a copy of Variety tonight?

I meant to give it to you at the theatre.

Thanks. I just want to see what Ms. Marlowe..

What the other people in the road are doing?

If they are in a town like this, they're not doing anything.

Oh, I know, Brunhilde, it isn't much fun for me, either.

Oh, you got the Variety. Where did you find this?

I made the bellboy go and flag the mail train.

I don't understand. We never used to be so interested in

that curious paper in New York.

Well, I just wanted to see whether, oh, what the other

road companies were doing.

Yes, where is Ernest this week?

Oh, long ways from here.

I just happened to turn to the page.

I suppose someday you'll tell me why we are doing all this.

Told you mother, I just don't like to talk about it.

Oh, but I think you miss Ernest so.

I do myself, he's such a sweet boy.

Please, mother.

Ah-ho, there isn't a light in the whole town.

Isn't it astonishing how many people sleep at night.

- It's so unresourceful of them. - Not much like New York, is it?

Thought you wanted to get away from New York

and have some quiet evenings.

Did say something like that, didn't I?

Oh, Leos play opened last week.

But closed last week too.

That must be the play he started to read to me.

Well there's a review of it here.

I don't think it could have been very good.

"The only reason thisturkey ever made broadway is

"because Leo Kronk the author put up the shekels

"'for his production himself.'

"It dishes out scribe's nutty idea that any femme in love

"would believe that hubby has another girlfriend.

"What plot there is concerns how dopey wife is made to believe

that husband is carrying on affair with secretary."

Does sound rather implausible, doesn't it?

"Minor character steals love letters.

"Husband has written to wife and plants 'em so wife is convinced

"spouse has two timed her by writing

"identical letters to secretary.

"Believe it or not, wife is crazy enough to fall for this.

Audience is not however.."

What is it, dear?

Wife was crazy enough to fall for this tripe.

Oh, I see it all now, mother.

They stole my love letters. They wanted to separate us.

Oh, I must have been crazy.

Where's the telephone? Where's the telephone?

I've got to find him. I've got to tell him.

Hello, hello, operator. Please wake up.

We've got to find him. We've got to tell him.

Tell Ernest what an idiot I've been.

Hello, hello, operator.

But operator, I've got to talk to her.

I've gotta show her this. I've gotta tell her.

I've gotta tell her what a dope I've been.

Sorry, Mr. Lane, the line is busy.

I'm doing my best, Ms. Marlowe.

Well, operator, please keep trying.

Well, you don't know what this means to me.

Hello, operator. Please, hello.

Sorry, still busy.

Please, hello.

Hello, hello.

Sorry, still busy.

Oh, well, never mind, dear. They'll call you in a minute.

Hello.

Oh, sweetheart.

Oh, sweetheart.

Hello.

- Bring the bags in too. - That will show him.

- Oh, my kiddies. - Don't my kiddies us.

- We know what you did now. - You ought to be ashamed.

We've come to tell you what we think about you.

We found about the whole trick.

Yes, well, I know..

Never mind blaming Leo.

He did it because you were back of him.

I was in the beginning, then I backed out.

They wouldn't let me tell you.

I wanted to stop you from going away.

Keep you from going to Hollywood.

You've done a fine job.

Tell him what we're gonna do.

- We're going to Hollywood. - Yes, just to show you.

We didn't even bother to unpack.

We aren't even waiting for a train. We are gonna fly out.

- Leaving today. - Right now.

Yes, that will show you.

C'mon, darling.

Now, what's the matter?

Oh, it's-it's..

Now, you don't mind me. I guess you're right.

You know, what it's like away from New York.

You've-you've seen life away from New York and if you..

...like being away from New York

you're perfectly right to stay away from New York.

Sometimes I think I'd like to go away from New York myself.

Get away from it all.

It's brought me nothing but heartbreaks.

Oh, well, I'm an old man now.

It isn't... I haven't got much time left.

And I guess I better spend what time I have left right here.

Carrying on alone.

I had hoped that in my old age

I'd see "Sweethearts" running another six years

and it could too, you know

if you two kiddies had just..

But you don't belong here and if you don't belong here

you just don't belong here.

What do you mean we don't belong here?

We couldn't breathe any air but here.

You think you could ship us to Hollywood..

- I put my foot down. - I put mine too.

- Saying we don't belong here. - We belong here as much as you.

We belong wherever you belong.

Oh, Felix.

Oh, you awful old crook, you.

Oh, my kiddies.

Welcome home.

Oh, it's fun being back, isn't it?

Oh, it's swell.

No, you don't.

- Kay. - Hey, hello, darling.

Now, we're all back home.

This is a glorious day in the history of "Sweethearts."

- Oh, look what I found. - No you don't.

Look at you two. Eating candy and smoking.

You'll be in great shape for that opening night.

Sweethearts today will never fade

Like an eternal sereade

Our love will end

Whereve you wandered

We welcome you back home

We'll always be the Sweethearts

So claim us for your own

Our love will end the way the starts

Forever we'll be forever we'll be

Sweethearts